Been There, [RazorandSaskia vs. GuardGrenadillo]

Just like that it ended. The sound of a twig cracking caught my attention and before I could remove a shoe to hurl at it, Razor pushed me behind him. I heard the sound of metal and the breath of other creatures. Other tributes, and there were a lot of them. We were out numbered, I didn't have to see to know that.

Someone lunged at us, and the swish of the blade through the air and the thud of it hitting dirt made me a little more hopeful. However, soon after I heard the sound of metal piercing flesh, someone stumbled back, gasping in pain. Razor?

I yanked my shoe off and held it threateningly, ready to send it into the next face that attacked us.

"And a hello to you too!" I could hear the pain in his voice, and I wondered what they had done to him. How horrible it must be to actually look into the face of your attacker. Razor could see how tough they looked and how menacing their weapons were. At least I'm granted blissful ignorance when it comes to that matter.

My, what a close group of friends. I can only hope you soulless gits are this sporting when you stab each other in the backs. And judging by those cannons, you'll have to do so sooner than later. Why, I'm sure you're planning how to kill each other right now. Probably starting with Stumpy Mcmachete over there."
He's messing with them. Trying to talk them up, make them think. I'm quite acquainted with this technique, I used it on him in the Training Center didn't I? You can fight entire battles with only words. So, District Two trains their children to be both killers and poets.

"And going after the blind girl and the boy she's kissing? While we are kissing"

Not sure where exactly Razor was bringing this, I stayed in my position, shoe raised ready to strike. He better have a hell of a plan. The adrenaline was running at full force and my feet refused to stay planted, choosing to rather shift my weight and shuffle around. Laughter fills the area and it sounds just like desperate tributes in past Games, the kind of sound that stays with you and makes shivers run down your spine in the middle of the night.

"You could at least have the decency to let us finish."

Suddenly, Razor's hand was gripping mine in an iron hold and pulling me away from whoever the hell was attacking us.

"Saskia, I do believe it's time to run like hell."

"Agreed. You lot have a good afternoon," I say quickly in the same high energy tone Razor had used, my legs already in motion, running from the noise of clacking weapons dulled with gelled blood.

[Saskia Hamilton has fled the area]